TWO RUNS WITH SIR GILBERT GREEN ALL 115 



generally be relied upon to take care of themselves. 

 The first draw was Dunsby Wood, a nice cover 

 on the main road that runs between Lincoln 

 and Peterborough, a favourite possession of Judge 

 Lawrance, who always has foxes and pheasants. 

 Finding almost at once when they touched covert, 

 we had a slow woodland hunt, the big dog-hounds 

 throwing their tongue beautifully as they worked 

 a fox through a chain of coverts nearly to Grims- 

 thorpe. Bourne Wood is one of the largest, with a 

 maze of parallel rides and plenty of ground-game 

 on the move. After an hour or more of patient 

 hunting, a fox who knew his ground was able to 

 twist into scentless security. Well might Ben Capell 

 wonder if he was on or off the hunting map, and when 

 galloping up one of the many rides, he inquired of a 

 local pilot where he was ? " On the middle south- 

 east ride of the second division of Bourne Wood ! " 

 replied his informant. "Is it in England ? " rejoined 

 the huntsman, hoping he might not lose any of his 

 hounds in such an interminable jungle. 



Collecting forces, for by this time both the field 

 and the hounds were scattered, the hunt set their 

 backs on the great woodland district, and turned to 

 Kirkby Underwood, also a huge oak forest, but with 

 more open country, and a fair vale of grass beyond. 



A fox was roused, and a good pilot he proved, 

 giving us an eight mile point over a most sporting 

 line of country, the big dog-hounds hunting reso- 

 lutely, and steadily, eventually fairly nailing him 

 in the open. Leaving the Bulby side of covert, 

 hounds crossed the grass into Bulby Hall Wood, 

 and from there the cream of the gallop began. 

 Leaving Hawthorpe village on the right, we rode 

 an undulating bit of open country in the direction 

 of the Hall, where just for a minute or so hounds 



